American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As usual, in the restroom of a rest stop beside the national highway, Logan squeezed out the bullets from his body, one by one, under the flickering light.

Accompanied by the clinking sounds were Logan's slightly hurried breaths.

His body's regenerative factor had become increasingly weak due to years of genetically modified food consumption.

Previously, he wouldn't have cared about gunshot wounds, but now it required all his strength.

Logan frowned even more deeply.

Looking at the increasingly aged face in the mirror, Logan felt somewhat lost.

Since the X-Men disbanded, he had lost his purpose in life.

He tried his best to make a living, just to find a safe place for his companions.

Especially after Charles developed Alzheimer's disease, life became even heavier.

But he was Wolverine.

He could endure hardship and pain, but he couldn't shed tears.

After changing into a cheap suit and stuffing his blood-stained shirt into the trash can, Logan pushed open the door and walked out.

He took a step, then stopped, as two burly men, each about two meters tall, stood side by side, blocking his path.

But there were too many of them.

Roughly, there were more than a dozen.

Logan became vigilant and frowned deeply.

He lowered his head, trying to sidestep and get around them.

However, the big man opposite him took a step sideways, blocking him again.

Logan looked up slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Buddy, I don't want any trouble!"

"Wolverine, our boss wants to see you."

"Who is your boss?"

"The boss is in the car!"

The bodyguard took a step back, revealing the black official car behind him.

Wolverine frowned, glanced at the dozen or so bear-like bodyguards, and walked over.

He opened the door and got in, but before he could settle down, something flew over. Logan grabbed it and found it was a bottle of liquor.

"A vintage edition of Golf. Although the alcohol content is a bit high, the taste is quite good. Have a try!"

Logan glanced at Qishan, unscrewed the bottle, and took a swig.

Qishan smiled and said, "I have something I want you to help with. The reward will definitely satisfy you."

Logan remained silent with a cold look.

"In a few days, a woman will come to you for help. She is a nurse who secretly took an experimental subject out of a certain gene research institute…"

"What does that have to do with me?" Logan said coldly.

"Don't be anxious, let me finish!"

Qishan didn't mind Wolverine's bad attitude.

He was a lone wolf. Although old and lame, he still had his pride. Although he didn't want to fight, he would never betray his heart, even if he died in battle.

"Afterward, a security supervisor will contact you, wanting to use you to provide information and recapture the experimental subject. I want that security supervisor!"

Logan was stunned for a moment, then understood Qishan's plan.

Although his life was monotonous, he had a long lifespan and rich experience. He had seen all kinds of conspiracies and tricks.

Qishan only revealed a little information, and Logan immediately understood that he was after that research institute.

"200,000 US dollars. Think about it. It doesn't violate your principles, and you can make a lot of money. Whether it's for running away or improving the living environment for that bald old man on the Mexican border, you need money, don't you?"

Logan's eyes widened suddenly, and he said, "What exactly do you want?"

"The security supervisor! It's that simple!"

Qishan smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, don't go looking for that nurse. At least one-third of the medicine she gave you was fake. Here's a six-month supply. Consider it a greeting gift!"

"Think about it. Remember to call me when you catch the security supervisor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard opened the car door.

Logan glanced at Qishan, grabbed the box, and walked out.

The bodyguard handed him a phone, waved his hand, and beckoned everyone to get in the car. Then the convoy quickly left.

Watching the departing dust, Logan furiously slammed the box on the ground.

"Damn it!"

Over the years, the Sentinel Services and some ambitious people had never given up looking for them. Logan had taken Charles and the two of them to hide, changing residences countless times.

Although he knew that their current hiding place was not a long-term solution, he didn't expect it to be exposed so quickly.

After breathing heavily for a while, Logan picked up the box, dragged his heavy steps into the car, and quickly left.

Ever since Charles fell ill, his life had become a pile of dog shit.

Anger was anger, but life had to go on.

The luxury car rental business was still good.

In the border area, dragons and snakes mingled.

There were poor young men with American dreams, businessmen doing business, and noblewomen attending funerals.

In the cemetery here, just as the priest finished the eulogy, it started to rain heavily.

A woman in a green dress rushed out. She recognized Logan at a glance and shouted, "Wolverine, I need your help!"

Logan, holding the bottle of liquor, froze for a moment, then turned to leave.

"Please, you are the only hero who can help me!" the woman shouted.

Logan turned his head and said fiercely, "Get away!"

The woman shouted in disbelief, "You are Wolverine, why are you treating me like this? God, what have you been through? Please, Logan!"

The heavy rain shattered the sound. When Logan looked back, the woman seemed to be afraid of something and turned to run.

Logan narrowed his eyes, remembering what Qishan had said that day.

"Damn it!"

He cursed in a low voice, took an umbrella from the trunk, and held it up for the customer, the noblewoman.

The noblewoman asked curiously, "Who was that?"

"Just some crazy woman from who knows where. Don't worry, I've chased her away!"

The noblewoman nodded and sat in the back of the car.

A green car sped past, and a little girl's face was reflected in the rear window.

Logan coughed lightly and got into the driver's seat.

After finishing this business, Logan felt more and more suspicious, so he drove back to the cemetery again.

After parking the car, Logan went down and walked around.

The heavy rain had washed away all traces.

He shook his head, feeling that his nerves were a bit sensitive.

Back in the car, just as he was about to start the engine, the back door suddenly opened, and a young man wearing sunglasses sat in.

Crossing his legs, he said in a somewhat frivolous tone, "It's true that seeing is believing, Wolverine! I thought I would find you in the hospital, secretly making deals with the nurses in the emergency room, but I found you in the cemetery instead. What's wrong? Did another friend die? Condolences, you'll get used to it!"